So I’m past the 4 month mark, the AF thing is going pretty good but losing the extra pounds.. .? Not so much! I do well for a few days and then I eat a bunch of garbage, feel like shit, eat more garbage, get myself back on track and repeat cycle! So frustrating! I’ve been eating more plant based recently which (when I stick to it) seems to make me feel a lot better, more energy, less bloated, better sleep… kind of like how going AF makes one feel! I’ve been doing a lot of biking, I signed up for a bike ride in the fall that will take me across Prince Edward Island via the confederation trail, approx 250km in 5 days! Super excited to check that off my bucket list! I’ve had the odd moment (mostly when sitting on the deck on a sunny afternoon) where I have that moment of “a glass of wine would be great right now”, but I know that it really wouldn’t make it any more enjoyable and would make me feel like crap the next day. I just miss feeling relaxed I think, I’ve finally come to the conclusion that that is the main reason I liked wine so much, I just don’t seem to be able to quiet my brain down… I have always been like this but didn’t realize how much it affects me some times and that being in overdrive all of the time maybe isn’t that great lol. Oh well, something I’m working on that I will hopefully figure out eventually! For now I’ll just keep trying and being happy that biking and running seems to help 🙂
yep! 100 days without a glass of wine or drop of any type of alcohol. The difference in just a few months is so incredible I can’t quite figure out why I ever decided to drink again after my first extended break from it. I guess that was part of my journey and something I needed to do to feel 100% sure of my decision now so i am trying not to focus on the fact that I SHOULD have been celebrating 2 years this coming week.
In the past 100 days I have gone from at least 3 massive anxiety attacks per month (after every time I drank basically) to not one. Yes I still have days where I’m a bit anxious but not those full blown heart pounding out of my chest, can’t catch my breath, not sure how I’m going to make it through this feeling which lasts for daysssssss attacks. My sleep has improved drastically, I’m off my sleeping pills as well, waking up feeling refreshed and not groggy AND no longer waking at 3am! Woot woot! I’m still going to crossfit and spin class and (mostly) staying on track with my running schedule, this is the best I’ve done at keeping a “routine” when it comes to fitness in a while and it feels wonderful:). I’m more patient, I don’t find myself to be as snappy with my kids and I’m pretty sure they’ve noticed a difference in me as well which makes me both happy and a little sad all at the same time. I’m doing better with everyday stuff, my house is neater, I don’t have a huge mountain of laundry needing to be dealt with all of the time and I’m doing better at keeping track of and staying on top of financial stuff.
It’s pretty incredible really.
Now at the same time that I decided the wine needed to get lost, my Dr also wanted to try me on a new med for my ADHD and since I didn’t have great luck with the first 2 we tried I was reluctant to agree but in the end I did. I suspect this may also have something to do with the mentioned changes above. Likely a combination of not trying to self medicate AND of being properly medicated…
This weekend hubby and I are heading down to the cottage where I plan to do nothing but catch up on some reading, take the kayak out on the river, walk on the sand, watch the replay of The Tragically Hip’s fairwell concert on CBC, and do things that make my heart happy.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and to any fellow Canadians on here, happy Canada Day! To anyone in their first few days or weeks, keep going, it’s beyond worth it and it’s only getting better ❤
Well there is no up beat spin I can come up with at the moment. Today was just a hard fucking day, period.
You see I’ve made some messes with my tendency to ignore any issues that make me uncomfortable and bury my head in the sand, this includes financial ones. Trying to pay off some debt that I knew I could no longer ignore (gotta love taxes!) meant I let a couple of other bills that seemed less significant slide. I knew it was something I would have to deal with eventually so I decided today was that day. Now, I suppose in a way I should be proud of myself for finally adulting and making those tough phone calls, accepting a bit of help offered from my dad (i am NOT good at accepting help but that’s another post), and basically draining my own account as well to finally have this over with but I just felt blah. I felt angry with myself, sad for being such a screw up, fear of what people would think if they knew, a huge sense of failure, etc etc etc… I certainly wasn’t feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Well you can guess the next feeling that hit me like a ton of bricks, wantttttttt! Yep, cravings. I wanted to hit the fuck it button and down a glass, no that’s a lie, a BOTTLE of wine like I haven’t wanted in months!
I just didn’t want to feel all of that, I didn’t want the sadness and the anger and maybe even the relief and all of the discomfort that came along with all of those friggin emotions. I didn’t though, drink I mean, I may have ate my own own body weight in food but oh well, binging on food isn’t usually an issue for me anymore and with the way I feel tonight after it I doubt it will happen again for a while. The most fabulous part is that all of this emotion shit isn’t done yet! I have one more tough call to make tomorrow and I’m just praying that they (again more taxes) will be happy with what I have figured out for payments that I can afford since I’m really kind of against a wall here, I know I can’t afford to pay anymore than I’m going to purpose tomorrow and I also know that means I’ll be making these weekly payments in addition to my regular taxes for 4 more years before the old debt will be paid off, ugh! But at least I’m dealing with it right? and actually trying… that’s more than I can say for myself for the past few years… my goal is to be almost clear of all of this and have my credit back up to good (ok well at least decent) standing by the time I turn 40, I’ll be 37 this summer so that gives me 3 years to get my shit together to hit that goal. So there it is, I’ve said my goal out loud (ok so I typed it), for whoever may happen to read it, fear of failure F you! Why am I do damn scared of failure? I don’t even know where or when that started for me but I think its always been the way I am, unfortunately I also see it in my son and it breaks my heart. Well I think that’s enough pouring my heart out for one day, I’m going to take all of these damn emotions and a can of diet pop and to to bed. Spin class early tomorrow and it’s a new day so hopefully it will be a better one than today!
Well I’ve had a couple of rough(ish) evenings over the past 10 days. Not sure why really, just stress I guess and that urge to just shut my brain off temporarily. I didn’t give in thankfully and the thoughts didn’t last long but they were there. It’s funny how you get to that certain point where that little voice whispers that you would be fine just to have one even though you know that’s a bold faced lie! I recently had a conversation with someone who has also given up alcohol and he was doing that bargaining thing… telling me he might try modetating because it was never really THAT bad, after all, he still has his job, wife, home, never had a DUI, etc…. It’s amazing how once we are away from it for a bit and start to feel better our own thoughts will suddenly turn against us. It’s like something starts turning your own mind against you. I gently (but firmly) reminded him to look at his reasons why he was doing this and just not to drink that night and revisit the thoughts in the morning. Thankfully he did and by morning was proud of not giving in, I was proud of him as Well! It takes so much work sometimes, and then some days it’s so easy that I don’t even think about it. I’m grateful that so far I’ve had more of the not thinking about it days than the so much work days! Crossfit and spin are still going well as is the running. I just made a pact with a friend to cut the junk out for june and be more consisntent with my macros, hoping to maybe see the 150’s by the time the month is over, we shall see!
So today marks 60 days of being completely AF. I’ve been planning to write posts multiple times in the past month but life has been so darn busy that I just never seemed to get around to it. I figure with today being a bit of a milestone that I maybe should do one 🙂
The past two months have actually been pretty awesome over all, definitely much improved from the 12 months prior when I was allowing alcohol in my life again. It’s funny, I thought as long as I kept it to what would be considered “moderate consumption” or less (for the most part…) that it should be fine. Although I was increasingly aware of the fact that even a few drinks 2-3 times per month were having a negative effect on me that lasted well beyond when the drinks stopped, I really couldn’t have fathomed how huge those effects were until I removed it completely again. I’m sleeping wayyyyyy better, I’m physically active pretty much every Day, I’m definitely more productive, I’ve finally had the motivation to drastically improve (still not perfect and never will be) my eating habbits and my attitude/general mental health have improved greatly!
Yesterday I decided to step (or jump actually) outside of my comfort zone. I’m scared of heights, always have been, but I REALLY wanted to do a climbing “adventure” course that’s only about an hour from where I live. I have been wanting to do this since the place opened a few years ago but couldn’t seem to get up the guts to do it. Well yesterday I did, I grabbed a friend and away we went! Two straight hours of climbing across ropes, cables, ladders, tires, etc at anywhere from 20-40 feet in the air followed by some zip lining! Was a scared?? HELL YES!!! Was it worth it?? ABSOLUTELY! And YES, I will most definitely do it again!
I’m also back to crossfit, have been for about a month, as well as doing spin class. I have a long way to go to be where I want with crossfit especially but I know if I put the time and work in I will get there eventually. I’m trying soooooo damn hard to focus on performance and inches lost vs the actual scale but man that’s a hard one! I have at least 20lbs of fat that needs to come off my body but trying to do it slowly and drop my all or nothing mentality is going most likely be my biggest challenge of all, luckily though I do tend to like a good challenge! Have any of you had this and managed to actually get there without being obsessed with the scale? I would love to hear your tips if you did!
Well I don’t have much more exciting news at the moment but I will try to post again sooner this time. To everyone who puts themselves out there and writes blogs here, especially on subjects like sobriety and self improvement I thank you. You all inspire me daily!